Chorus of frogs singing outside. The night is dark with a cover of clouds occluding the stars. I have been a bit down from lack of sun and wondering when the sun will shine consistently again.
The lack of sun didn't seem to bother our recent young guests though. I really loved their enthusiasm. They were never 'bored'. Ever. They read, they played imaginative outside games on top of a rocky hill nearby (that they discovered all by themselves), they mined the rocks and rode the goat and jumped on Charlie all by themselves a time or two (I told them it would be OK), gathered eggs and tamed the wild chicks. Sometimes they helped me in the garden and once came over to do crafts and I wheeled out my supplies of markers, paints, crayons and paper and bric a brac and let them go at it. They did watch some TV too, but not too much.
I ponder their zest and my lack there of this evening. I know that being a little down, for no apparent reason, is part of life and I have experienced it before. So I keep on going on and wait for the spirit to move me. In the meantime, I try to savor each moment as it comes and you know what, it always seems to be enough. And the frogs sure seem to like the rain. "One man's junk is another man's treasure."